I found a Dolce & Gabbana blazer in a chazza called "Harringtons" in Highgate which has been a wardrobe staple of mine ever since, so much so I think it's probably looking too shabby to wear now.

Today I learnt something about Mike & Angelo which blew my mind.

It is much more fun and satisfying to find it yourself in a shop, I agree. This is why, even though I could buy almost any book or record I like on eBay, I go to charity shops and second hand places and see what's there.

Ideally I prefer to buy stuff in shops but it really depends where you are - I've bought more clothes from charity shops on my visits to London than I have in Lancaster in the last ten years. Most stuff here is either old people clothes or not my size. Whereas I've found a ton of stuff on Vinted.

Maybe? I agree, Buck Rogers was more fun and Blake's 7 had more to say, and it falls between those stools.

The other episode had Brian Blessed in it, and he did not talk quietly or calmly. In fact the difference in tone between a workplace drama set on the moon, and an encounter with a space lord with a psychedelic supercomputer and his beautiful daughter who can turn into animals, was marked.

It's fascinating to me how many people in the SFF literary sphere - including professional critics & scholars who should know better - assess adaptations primarily as successes & failures of reading rather than separate texts w/ their own aims, which Gerwig's The Magician's Nephew clearly is.

It seemed like everyone had been directed to be so naturalistic that it sapped the urgency of it, everyone talking quietly and calmly, even Prentis Hancock. Also the big explosion should happen by the halfway point really, and present immediate problems for them to solve by the end of the episode.

Having never watched Space: 1999 before, I went to watch a double bill of the first episode of each season in 4k at the cinema last night. Design work looked lovely, but that first episode is quite underpowered dramatically considering it's about the moon being torn out of orbit by an explosion.

If you can forgive me wheeling this Brian Blessed story again, here’s what he does for an audience of two:

Every time I read that story I like to think of Moore doing his piece to camera and all the while thinking "I could have said... But if I go back to him afterwards and say..."

Blessed is the man who appreciates the joy of doing a really good bit, even if - maybe especially if - it's for an audience of one.

Ah yes, perhaps the most beloved literary trope of all: the classic McMuffin

London Transport - Fall of the Leaf, by Walter E. Spradbery, 1933.

Just rewatched the first episode of GLOW. I'm pretty sure Alison Brie has been made up to look slightly malnourished in this.

The Talented Mr Ripley. Love it so much. The attention to detail recreating 1950s Italy is quite astound— IS THAT MILES DAVIS’ 1986 ALBUM TUTU WHAT THE ACTUAL FU